Best Sah Poems
Ex Drover, me
As the cleaner sweeps the street,
And the saddle leather squeaks,
cos he's riding ol Darkie,
an his mind is with the herd.
He remembers the cold nights,
Leaps from his swag at daylight,
To stand by the fire ,
For some breakfast egg n bacon.
Yes bloody sah!
An the coffe black as char,
Sucked from his quartpot , jar.
And the toast is a burning ,
Like a bad cigar.
Is burning ,
And the sun comes up, aha.
So we’ll move them poley bullocks,
On the grassy stock route millet,
And the bore drain will water ,
Them poley bullocks shortly,
Till we get to Mungathar.
Don Johnson 8-aug-11
Categories:
sah, adventure,
Form:
Ballad
The Bad, The Ugly and The Good (aka: Bad, Badder, Baddest)
The Bad
I am the gun-toting, God-fearing Ganja Gangsta.
I’ll smoke you, pray for you, then have my daily siesta!
I answer to no one, and fear no man; No Sir!!!
I answer to only One Master. That’s Heaven’s Prime Minister.
I am the player-hating, man-baiting Sister Disaster.
I’ll woo you, thrill you, then …kill you; true that, mister!
I just swagger thru the city with my ‘Ghetto Blaster’,
I don’t mean sounds, fool!!! I mean my ‘piece’ … to blast ya!!!
I am the mean-looking, menacing Monster Mobster.
I’ll cut ya, shred ya, and have me a pasta fiesta.
I do not boil ‘em…! No sah!! I’d eat a live lobster!
I’m so mean ….Hey! ..I’ll even steamroller your hamster!!!
I am the fast-talking, Bible-bashing Pastor Imposter.
I’ll bless you, fleece you, then sex-up Sister Disaster
I’m just a shyster - but please don’t tell the Menacing Mobster!
She’s the God-fearing Gangsta’s wife - and the Mobster’s sister!
The Ugly (Badder)
I am the flesh-eating, life-sapping, Cluster-Sinister.
I am impartial; care not for class, colour, creed or gender.
I am microbe, but not a person-respecter; ask the sex inspector.
I am sorry, but for me to survive, you have to become a spectre.
I am the tear-jerking, game-changing, people-Prankster
I get called ‘*****’, ‘Sod’, …some even call me a ‘Mater-Conjugator’.
I don’t like Gangsters, Mobsters and especially that dodgy Pastor
I may get mad, or even get even; Call me ‘Life’, or call me ‘Karma’.
The Good (Baddest)
I am the Beginning, the Alpha/Omega; Heaven’s only Prime Minister
I wrote the Good Book, but look inside, I have never been a Jester!
I carry fire and brimstone to bolster my holster - you’d better helter-skelter!
I mete out justice, and vengeance administer: you'd better pray faster!!!
(Fg 81.5.8 - January 2016)
Categories:
sah, bullying, funny, hip hop,
Form:
Rhyme
IS DEATH AN IGBO MAN?
Quietus: ‘Nna Grave, this is Quietus
from Vaults and Sons International.
My containers don arrive?’
Grave: ‘Yes Oga Quietus. From:
—Cairo—Syria—Boston—Kangan—
—Somalia—Monrovia—Sudan—
—Iraq—Afghanistan—Pakistan—Congo—
—Russia—Yemen—Israel—
—Ivory Coast—Rhodesia—Burkina;
but some of the goods (carrion)
were mutilated,
and left for Vultures.’
Quietus: ‘Ok. I get business for Kangan(1960).
Oga at the top
has finally heard
His people’s cry
by reason of their taskmasters.’
Grave: ‘Goodluck Sah!’
©Angel Simon 2013
Amidst global political upheaval and terrorist pandemonium
which has increased mortality rate incessantly, this poem
(written in a dialogic format) is a conversation between two
business partners- Oga Quietus(Death) and Grave who both
trade in Carrion (dead bodies). The ethnical and symbolic
relevance of the Igbo Man for Death is because Death shares
some of the typical Igbo Man's commercial doggedness. Some
of which are industry, enterprise and adventure. Death is
really industrious in his Carrion business as we see his
branches in the above mentioned nations topping its supply
list from Grave. Enjoy!
Categories:
sah, conflict
Form:
Free verse
Step by step I entered a room...
Step by step I approached my chair...
Slowly, people entered the same room...
Slowly, they approached their own chairs...
As the room was filled,
the lights dimmed out...
As the people quieted down,
curtains at the end of the room slowly opened...
Step by Step I entered a room...
Step by step I approached my chair...
Slowly, people entered the same room...
Slowly, they approached their own chairs...
Silence was embedded across the room,
as music was displayed....
Lights exhibited the whole stage behind the curtains, except....
a single spot at the front....
As the music began to fade away,
A spot light sparkled that single spot....
and the people in that room....
stood in applause to what was revealed....
Fairouz was the one standing in that spot
ready to perform....
Ready to sing and act...
As the audience calmed down and watched...
Sah El Nom, an Arabic word which means "Good Morning", was the name of that play...
Categories:
sah, happiness, timepeople, music, music,
Form:
Free verse
DIALOGUE
PREFACE:
It was the dawn of a new day;
knowledge and truth sought and given.
As I gave, so was I again taught.
(Ask, and it shall be given)
Student:
“Teacher, same said Egypt ina Africa
lak ina de Bible?”
Teacher:
“Same said Egypt, son;
same said Africa.”
(Seek, and you shall find)
Student:
“But Teacher,
dem neva tell we
dat, Sah.”
(By night they stole us; by day they maimed our minds)
Teacher:
“I know son;
But we now teach ourselves”
our story.”
Student:
“Ah true, Teacher; ah true.
Dis day be a new day dat’a com.”
(Truth, trampled to the ground, always rises)
POSTSCRIPT:
Free your mind and you are;
but like butterflies, be aware
of the rain.
(The truth shall set you free)
Categories:
sah, africa, black african american,
Form:
Prose Poetry
main hu ek aajad pakshi ki trah
udti hu khule aasman me
jise n koi chinta, kisi ke shikar karne ki
udati rahu puri jindagi, aajad pakshi ki trah
koi n rakhe mujhe bandhi bna kar
udati rahu, udati rahu, aajad pakshi ki trah
khane ke liye bhatku idhar -udhar
n mile mujhe khane ke liye
bhukhe pet hi so jau
kitne bhi kasht mile, has kar sah lu unhe
koi phark n pade, ab kisi kasht ka
aadat hi ho gayi ab hume
main hu ek aajad pakshi ki trah
udati hu khule aasman me
Categories:
sah, bird, care, death, fear,
Form:
After becoming confident
(das ernest frank gent) handled ignition
jerryrigged knobs, levers, motors,
nameless other parts quintessentially,
set registers to “understand” vital www xy zone.
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A blitzkrieg capstone detonated explosive forcees
generating horrendous instantaneous jolt,
Krakatoa lost mighty noise,
outrageous phenomena qualified regarding
tremendous unearthly violent
whiplashing xing yawping zeitgeist!
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Imagine; The giant from Jack and the beanstalk, deign
Paul Bun, or the Jolly Green Giant,
straddling an imaginary line
between fall and winter. Therein lied the rub
(a tub tub three men in a tub), a question of mine
if pecking peccadillos peculiar per pretend puppies
engaged in any...Snoop...doggy style spine
tingling homosexual behavior,
no who matter intimated naked playtime also flourished
amidst can dyed cornicopia of good 'n plenty eats
contrasted with paucity,
life and death, Halloween evolved
as a celebration and superstition with wine
woman and song. Such weaning of the hallow,
or hallow of the weaner originated
with ancient Celtic festival of Samhain,
when village people would light vanity of bonfires,
and wear politically incorrect costumes
to ward off roaming ghosts of inept leaders
if necessary rivaling Tarzan impressions
swinging on a vine.
The Mound of the Hostages car bon mot dated
(by this amateur sigh hint hussed)
at 4,500 to 5000 years old, or there about
suggesting Samhain celebrated long before
first Celts arrived in Ireland
about 2,500 years ago with no cleats boot riveting clout
Samhain (pronounced /'s??w?n/
SAH-win or /'sa?.?n/ SOW-in,
Irish pronunciation: without,
or possibly Greek to this doubt
ting Thomas – [s??u?n?]),
a Gaelic festival marking the end,
when pollination ceased to flout
ushered advent of harvest season,
and beginning cust tomb of caw king grout,
discussing the epic winter of Gilgamesh,
or the "darker half" of the year,
when one feasted on giblets and sauer kraut
Halloween rooted er beer reed in ancient biers
caravansari doggedly exhumed along route,
66 (the third beastly 6
Categories:
sah, cat, chocolate, dark, giving,
Form:
Free verse
1930s Dirranbandi Mucky eye fix
Coming back from bloody Cobar,
where the dust storms used to blow,
came the mucky eyed with Sandy Blight,
as the mucky eyed do go,
back in the thirties - forties,
Ning-a-Ning Joseph saw em, hah,
When ole man Wise took to fixing,
Mucky eyeballs, yes bloody sah!
Widdle in a bottle, swirl the mixture, sweet delight,
Add a little drop of Ainaseed, to kill the smell orright,
Splash it on the eyeball, let it trickle tickle there,
Just a widdle bit of seeing,
Till yer sight was bloody fair,
The mucky eyed no longer gummed up, & eyelid red,
just the trickle on the eyeball, fixed the mucky yucky head,
Ole wise was up 4 sainthood at the Black stump water hole,
A widdle bit of widdle cleans the eye and soothes the soul?
Don Johnson
Categories:
sah, adventure,
Form:
Ballad
Heidenrod 8 (Zorn) Germany
1984
Nach vielen, langen Jahren,
sah ich die Heimat wieder.
Es scheint noch immer
wie ein wunderschöner Traum.
Die Erinnerung wird weiter leben,
in Zeit und Weltenraum.
Seltsam, wie das Dörfchen
sich verändert
und ich alles anders fand.
Herzinniglich gedenke ich der
Jugendfreunde und der Zeiten,
als gleiches Schicksal uns verband.
Wie waren unsere Herzen aufgeschlossen
und echt die Freude
und das Wiedersehen.
Die Zeit, sie eilte viel zu schnell.
Doch der Augenblick
wird nie vergehen.
Die Tage die noch bleiben,
liegen in Gottes Hand.
Ein Stückchen Himmel nahm ich mit,
zum großen, fremden Land.
Wohin die letzte Reise
uns auch führen mag,
unsterblich ist ein wunderschöner T
Categories:
sah, peace,
Form:
Free verse
She is the Sun-
That left Light in my Eyes-
Embers in my Heart
&
Fire in my Soul.
Categories:
sah, beautiful, desire, feelings, fire,
Form:
Free verse
Carol Brown
Contest Name My First Car
Vanguard ute
I got meself a motor car,
a little ute, a Vanguard,
I was seventeen, yes sah,
low flying and sliding here and there,
Me an brother Mark were a going fishing,
At 75 miles an hour, I hit a hi speed bend,
Feet of water lurked in a dip, unwitting,
It did us airborne send,
Flying on a cushion of water,
Guide posts were a flashing by,
Fascinating sort of, sorta,
Slow motion with a sigh?
After 50 feet we finally touched down,
Me brother wouldn’t bloody speak
His forehead held a frown,
50 miles an hour, how neat,
No he didn’t dob me in,
Old car was still orright,
So then I took him sideways,
On a corner, not in spite.
I was young and stupid,
Much older now Kanga Roo Ted…
Young n stupid flying low,
big ol thrill 4 johnson though,
having fun an sliding so,
me mates would not come a driving:)
Categories:
sah, adventure, brother, brother, car,
Form:
Rhyme
Seine liebe war wie ein Wasserfall,
Erfrischend und rein,
Er sah wie ein Prinz von weiten Lande,
Seine Princessin wartet zu Hause fuer Ihn,
Wiesen mit fruehlings Blumen,
Voegel sangen ein huebsches Lied,
Sie wanderten den Bergen,
Zu Hause mit Gott und Welt,
Natur Bild schoen,
Er umarmt sie und sagte ich liebe dich,
Sie schaute Ihn an und er kuesste sie,
Eine liebe Freundschaft hatten sie.
Author : Gwen von Erlach Schutz
Categories:
sah, appreciation, devotion, faith, god,
Form:
Free verse
Ein kleines Kind (Satis Shroff)
Es war Fasnetzeit,
Der Winter wurde vertrieben.
Die Leute trugen bunte Kleider
Um den Karneval zu feiern.
Isolde war gekleidet als ein Harlekin,
Mit farbenfrohem Kostüm und einer Blume
Auf ihrem Kopf.
Sie sah ein kleines Kind vorbei laufen,
Hob das Kind hoch und umarmte es.
Sie schloß ihre Augen und summte ein Lied.
Ihre innerster Wunsch war, eine Mutter zu werden.
Jetzt hatte sie ein Kind im Arm.
Wie süß es doch war, die Wärme des Kindes zu verspüren.
Das Kind schien es zu gefallen,
Es wurde ruhig und mochte ihre Wärme.
Isolde träumte oft sie wäre Schwanger.
Jeden Morgen erzählte sie die anderen Patienten,
Und dem Psychiatriepersonal:
‘Ich habe gestern Abend ein Kind zur Welt gebracht.’
* * *
A SMALL CHILD (Satis Shroff)
It was Fasnettime:
The banishment of winter,
When the people are motley dressed,
To celebrate carnival.
Sandra was painted like a harlequin,
Wore a colourful costume
And flowers on her head.
She’d seen a child walking around,
Held it up the child and embraced it.
She closed her eyes and hummed a tune.
She’d always wanted to be a mother.
Now she had a small child in her arms.
What a delight to feel the warmth of the child.
The child seemed to love it.
It became quiet and liked her warmth.
Sandra dreamt she was pregnant every night.
Every morning she’d tell other patients,
And the psychiatric staff:
‘I gave birth to a child,’
With a happy smile.
* * *
Categories:
sah, desire, mental illness, mother,
Form:
Free verse
LAWD GAD!!!
WEY YU SEY?
WI BOUT TO EXPERIENCE ANOTHER EPIDEMIC!
NO SAH!!!
WE CAAN TEK IT NO MORE
SO GWAAN BOUT YU BUSINESS
CAR-RONIA…CORONIA…COVID-19
WHATEVER YU BE!
WI HAVE 999 PROBLEMS BUT COVID-19 AINT ONE.
DAT DEADLY FRIEND, POVERTY
ALREADY A BOX WE LEFT,RIGHT AND CENTER
AND NOW YOU FEEL LIKE YOU WANT TO FINISH OFF THE JOB…
WELL,GWAAN BOUT YOU BUSINESS COVID-19
WE NUH WANT NONE OF YOU!
SHUT THE DOORS
SHUT THE WINDOWS
SHUT THE SHUTTERS
YU NUH SEE COVID-19 A TRY SNEAK IN?
COVID, YU FI REMEMBA DAT, “WHERE DOGS ARE NOT INVITED,BONES ARE NOT PROVIDED.”
TAN A YU YAAD!
YU NUH SEE SEY
WI NUH HAVE NOTHIN TO GIVE
YU?
DI FALSE TEETH DEM ALREADY
A DROP OUT OF THE ELDERS DEM MOUTH,
CAUSING DEM NOT TO EAT
AND NOW YU WANT TO COME AROUND
AND MEK DEM LOOK LIKE ONLY
BONES A WALK PON DI STREET
TAN A YU YAAD!
YU NUH SEE SEY
WI NUH HAVE NOTHIN TO GIVE
YU?
POVERTY ALREADY A WRECK HAVOC
PON DI PLACE LIKE A CATEGORY 1 HURRICANE
DARK BROWN GOLDEN ROOFTOPS
HAVEN’T SEEN A COAT OF PAINT IN DECADES
PINK LIPS TRANSFORM TO WHITE
OH WHAT A SIGHT!
HUNGER GRIPS THE INTESTINES
SIX PACK, A COMMON COMMODITY DAT
ZILLIONS OF SLENDER MODELS TO CHOOSE FROM,
IF THE OPPORTUNITY PRESENTED ITSELF,
SO, GWAAN BOUT YU BUSINESS COVID-19
TAN A YU YAAD!
YU NUH SEE SEY
WI NUH HAVE NOTHIN TO GIVE
YU?
Categories:
sah, funny, poverty, sad, school,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Ich sah wohl Gefühle - weit gereiste;
Träume hinter brüchigen Nebeln,
vereinsamt wie die stolzen Brücken
legten sie sich auf meine Sprache nieder,
als Gestrandete - verletzt im Verloren sein,
drückten sie in mir etwas nieder,
das nun einsam in den Kellern meiner Triebe kühl verweilt,
wie all die Ungereimtheiten einer jeden großen Liebe.
Categories:
sah, education, faith, fear, giving,
Form:
Ballade